Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Barry Ungar,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Leaves,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cramps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.